My Alpha Gave Me 72 Hours to Live

I was an ordinary human trapped inside a werewolf novel, married to an Alpha who never marked me in seven years. When his adopted sister crashed my car, he blamed me for frightening her—and blindly signed the consent form for a lethal Lycan blood transfusion. "Do not be so theatrical." He had no idea his signature would fulfill my pact with the System. I only needed one death to go home. So I stopped fighting. Seventy-two hours later, my soul would be free. And before I died, I planned to expose every secret they had buried. They thought they were killing their fragile Luna. They had no idea they were setting me free.